Page 24 of Remnants
“He is,” I promise.
It’s quiet again, but I’m in no rush to push for a conversation if she needs to go back to sleep. It makes me wonder where Jackson disappeared to and if he ran into any trouble.
I watch her like I have all the time in the world to do so. To be content to just sit and look upon her for whatever time it takes until she wakes again.
I’m growing to hate every second she’s not within my sights. And even then, it isn’t enough. Charles took her from me while we were in the same room.
She wasn’t close enough to reach.
“Give me a reason I shouldn’t leash you to my side from now on,” I muse in a hushed tone, my thumb stroking the back of her hand possessively.
Raegan hums, surprising me. “As a kink, I might be into it. If you try it in front of others, I’ll stab you.”
I freeze, stunned. The idea takes root faster than I can grab it, and the image of her leashed and collared to me,obeyingme, fills my mind’s view.
That’s…
Fuck.
I rub my hand over my mouth as a distraction for myself, then clear my throat.
The vixen smirks, clearly not asleep and fully aware of what she’s done to me.
The desire to turn her ass cheeks pink races in my chest, but I fist my hand.
She’s still recovering.
Her damned smirk widens the longer I say nothing, even though her eyes are closed.
“How are you feeling?” I ask instead, hoping to drive the conversation to something more serious to get my mind and dick back on task.
“Mm…tired as hell. My body still aches a bit…. but not too bad.”
“Go back to sleep.” I gently push hair from her face.
“Bossy…” she grumbles but does as I ask.
This time, even when I’m sure she’s asleep again, I keep my mouth closed.
Three knocks at the door bring me to my feet in an instant. I ready a blade in my sleeve, something less conspicuous than my whip sword, then open the door far enough to see who’s on the other side.
A police officer stands in the hallway. “Aiden Adams?”
I hate that name.
It’s a stupid last name that Dane came up with while pissed at me and setting up our fake identities. And I’ve been stuck with it ever since.
The fact that Elias addresses me by that part of my name is one of the many reasons that man and I don’t get along. It’s as if he’s sensed my animosity toward it and enjoys poking me with it every chance he gets.
“Yes?” I reluctantly answer.
“I need to ask you and the patient a few questions.”
Glancing over my shoulder to confirm she’s still asleep, I turn back to him. “I’m afraid that won’t be possible. She’s sleeping now and needs her rest.”
“Well, then, we can start with you.”
I draw a calming breath. I knew this was what would most likely happen by coming here. Now, we have to get through it.
